Abyss boss Da Lianmeng

"Human life is as short as a firework."

【Siroy Demon King Notebook】

after dinner.

Xiluoyi took the black goat to the depths of the sacrificial hall.

The entrance to the abyss is still cold and deep. Silroy is wearing a black robe and a sheep's head mask on his face, like a villain who is about to do bad things. The clothes on the black goat have always been made of nightmare silk, and there is a faint mist Sensation, he lightly landed next to Silroy, looking down at the entrance of the abyss, his gentle and handsome face was full of solemnity, but when he saw the mask on the face of His Majesty the Demon King, his expression became subtle again, that The mask was made by Xiluoyi in his busy schedule. He asked a black goat body to make a goat head mask for him. The black goat... could only imitate his own body when he made a simple one.

"Black Goat, tell me if I can tear open a rift in space and enter Azerek directly." Silroy's voice came from under the mask. He stretched out a hand and held it vaguely, wanting to experiment. Today's He is very powerful, so he should be able to.

"Azeric is very resistant to the invasion of high-level demons. The higher the demon level, the greater the restrictions, but now that the gods have fallen, the control over Azerek is not as good as before." The black goat pondered for a while: "And Your Highness Just assuming the throne, maybe it won’t cause much fluctuation.”

"Then let's try it." Siroy was very excited. Since he woke up, he had been wanting to test how strong he was. so busy.

The magic power of the whole body poured out and condensed on the fingertips. The sharp black nails seemed to tear a layer of invisible things. There was a slight tearing sound, and Siroy felt a layer of invisible pressure attached to his fingertips. As if preventing him from entering.

Silroy closed his eyes, and felt the existence of the favored person carefully, and then his fingertips soared, and the huge force instantly tore apart the space, and a black crack appeared in front of him, with a faint warm orange light seeping out , Syloy put down his hands, straightened his clothes, and snapped his fingers contentedly.

"Black Goat, let's go."

When Syloy stepped out of the crack, she landed in a magnificent bedroom.

Because of his strength, the space crack behind him is like a huge black mouth, silently devouring everything around, and even the light and shadow become distorted. In the black floating dust, Silroy once again set foot on Azeri gram.

He first looked at the bedroom, and then at the middle-aged human male with a frightened face and trembling body like Parkinson's disease.

The next moment, a scream... was choked in the throat.

Siloy sat in a soft fur chair.

The black goat stretched out a finger and hissed softly, signaling the middle-aged man to be quiet.

The middle-aged man clutched his throat, and said ahhh twice, but he didn't hear any sound and became even more flustered. He blinked five or six times, but still saw the weird crack and the belt coming out of the crack. A man in black robe with a terrifying black sheep's head mask and a follower with a strange and creepy smile behind him.

The middle-aged man pinched his thigh hard, and the pain caused his tears to burst out instantly.

This is real?

Silroy waited patiently for a few minutes before asking, "Your ancestors must have had an Edward."

The cold sweat on the forehead of the middle-aged man kept coming out, and he wiped the sweat from his head with the cuff of his pajamas, trembling and anxious: "...Yes... Yes, my honorable lord, who Edward are you looking for? "

Silroy was surprised. Could it be that the name Edward is so common and bad that any descendant can call it?

The middle-aged man was terrified when he saw that the strange pair of master and servant did not speak. He tried his best to think about his father and grandfather. He hadn't realized that his family had provoked any serious enemies for so many years. At the same time, he said: "This My lord, did you find the wrong person?"

The God of Light is above, you must have found the wrong one!The next time he converted to the God of Light, he no longer believed in the strange things that his ancestors enshrined.

"It's not wrong." Siroy said lightly, he stretched out his hand, hooked his fingers, and a very faint, very faint black faith hooked out from the heart of the middle-aged man in front of him.

Silroy looked at his own belief in the human family at his fingertips. It was too weak, and he felt that a gust of wind could blow it away, but he didn't blame them. After all, he had been asleep for hundreds of years, and Edward's descendants could still survive. His belief was beyond his expectation.

The middle-aged man stared blankly at the thing pulled out of his heart, as if he understood something in the lightning flash and thunder!

"You, are you His Highness Xiluoyi?" The middle-aged man knelt and walked in front of Xiluoyi with a trembling voice and disbelief in his eyes.

"Perhaps you can call me Your Majesty Xiluoyi." Looking at the descendants of the human family, Xiluoyi put his faith back into his heart.

The middle-aged man burst into tears in an instant, and his voice choked up: "So... so you are here!"

Siloy: "..." He's been there all the time.

Black Goat couldn't help laughing.

Only then did the middle-aged man realize that his words seemed a little ambiguous, and his face blushed with excitement: No, I didn't mean that, just... I was surprised that you really existed. "

As an outlier who does not believe in the God of Light, the middle-aged man is very embarrassed in the town of Jerome. Every time someone invites him to pray at the Church of Light, he has to find an excuse to avoid it, because he does not believe in the God of Light. , but a name that he had never heard of before. He searched all the books about the gods, but he had never seen or heard of a god named Syloy. Before tonight, he always thought that his The great-grandfather must have encountered a liar who claimed to be a god, because his great-grandfather had a will before his death that his descendants must believe in the name Xiluoyi, so his grandfather could only follow his will to believe in the name, middle-aged Men have grown used to it since they were young.

The middle-aged man secretly glanced at the man with the black goat mask. After careful examination, the fear came back. This His Majesty Xiluoyi does not seem to be a good person. Besides, he is His Majesty, which country is he from?The middle-aged man was beating his heart. Could it be that it belonged to the underground world? Besides the dark elves, are there other countries in the underground world?The ordinary middle-aged man who didn't inherit the magic talent and could only rely on the previous magic books at home, so he didn't know much about the magic world, was afraid and confused.

The black goat mask is shining with icy color, and the bottomless black pupils can be vaguely seen in the eyes. The goat horn mask is exquisite and gorgeous, especially the two ends of the horn are directly carved with red gemstones. Under the illumination of the light, The ruby ​​has a reddish color like blood.

The middle-aged man shivered, and quietly let go of the hand that was holding the man's leg.

Siloy looked down at him: "What's your name?"

The middle-aged man quickly replied: "Edward."

Silroy began to wonder if this name was the name of Azerek Street: "Your name is Edward too?"

"Your Majesty Silroy, it's like this." The middle-aged man swallowed, endured his fear and continued: "My ancestor was named Edward, and later he stipulated that all his descendants be named Edward. This is the order of the ancestors. , as long as his descendants are called Edward, from the ancestor of Edward to me, the name Edward has been passed down for four generations, and I will continue to pass it on to my heirs."

Silroy was a little surprised when he heard this, and he recalled that nobleman who was reckless and enthusiastic but a little silly.

Unfortunately, the real Edward has passed away.

"So that's the case." Siroy nodded: "Did Edward tell you why you should believe in me?"

The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his hands, and his voice was tense and dry because of tension: "This, my ancestor didn't say it, he just told us to believe in this name, maybe, you would like to tell me."

"Actually, it's nothing. Edward was my human savior back then."

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, a human being?A bad premonition came to him.

Xiluoyi lowered his head and stared at the descendants of the human family: "Now, you are my descendants."

"As the nightmare master of the abyss, your believers, I will bestow wealth on you."

Since Edward didn't tell them his real identity, Sylloy felt that the Black Goat's name was just for him to use.

The black goat twitched the corners of his eyes imperceptibly, how could the little highness grow up to be more and more naughty.

Looking at the bottomless darkness under the black goat mask, the middle-aged man felt his back was soaked in cold sweat, his hands and feet were weak, and the whole space turned into a gorgeous and absurd dream. He subconsciously took a few steps back and muttered Out loud: "No..."

The middle-aged man never imagined that his ancestors believed in the most notorious abyssal demon in Azerek. Could it be that he prayed day and night all these years for a great demon!

Do not!

Could it be that this big demon was awakened by himself? !

The eyes of the middle-aged man were full of fear. He retreated behind the window, shaking while holding the curtain.

"Why, you don't want it?" Syloy originally planned to give him a few gems.

"I, can I not?" The middle-aged man smiled uglier than crying. Demons are cunning. The middle-aged man is worried that if he asks for it, his soul will go to the abyss after death, which is terrible.

"Since you don't want it, forget it." Siroy generously canceled the reward for the human favored ones.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, and heard the next sentence just as he relaxed.

"Although you didn't ask for it, you still have to do what you want to do for me, this fourth-generation Edward."

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded.

Siroy crossed his legs and put his hands on his forehead: "As a human favored by the devil, I believe you will come up with a sacrifice that I am satisfied with."

"for example…"

Syloy paused.

The heart of the middle-aged man was raised in his throat.

"Lambs and cows, flowers and fruit."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, his expression a little weird.

Silroy looked at Edward's descendants: "Can't you take it out?"

The middle-aged man quickly waved his hand: "No, no." The request of this abyssal demon is very different from what he thought. He thought he wanted some pure girl or some dark priest.

"My ancestor was originally in the inner city of Monk, but he didn't know why he suddenly spent a lot of money to buy a house in the small town of Jerome. Later, the family fell into trouble, and our family moved to this small town."

"This small town is surrounded by rich water sources, flat terrain, and abundant aquatic plants. My family owns the largest dairy factory and wool textile production in Jerome Town. At the same time, it also operates a honey processing factory. As for flowers, there are everywhere outside."

"At the beginning, no one understood why my ancestors behaved like this."

The middle-aged man looked at the man with the strange mask in the distance, and suddenly he had courage: "Now that you have appeared, have my ancestors been waiting for you?"

Otherwise, the middle-aged man can't think of why there is such a coincidence.

After Siloy finished listening, she fell into silence.

He felt something lightly touch his heart.

Kind of happy...and kind of sad.